The air was thick with incense—laced with crushed lotus petals, dragon fang powder, and aphrodisiac mist harvested under a blood moon. The great ritual hall, carved from obsidian and bone, glowed faintly with runes of submission. Chains hung from jade pillars. Crimson silk draped the rafters like bleeding clouds.
And at its heart… stood Xie Wuyou.
Crowned in black gold, bare-chested beneath his robe of phoenix silk, his eyes shimmered with cruel amusement. In one hand, he held the Box of Oaths, in which rested twelve spiritforged collars—each engraved with ancient sigils of ownership, each designed for a single divine woman.
Before him knelt his newest prizes: the Twelve Heavenborns. High goddesses of the upper realms. Each once worshipped, untouchable, cloaked in sanctity. Now stripped of all rank, bathed, silenced, and bound by silk.
The dragon goddess, scales glinting across her thighs, bared her throat. The elf queen, eyes misted and cheeks flushed, shook as her robe slid from her shoulders. The sun priestess, still defiant in her glare, bit her lip until it bled.
"You stand not as goddesses," Wuyou said, voice low, rich, final. "But as offerings."
The crowd of harem slaves surrounding the ritual circle—hundreds of naked beauties wearing obedience crests—watched in worshipful silence. A single order from Wuyou, and they would descend upon the hall like divine hands of devotion.
He stepped forward. The floor trembled.
The first collar, shaped from dragonbone and embedded with a crimson gemstone, pulsed in his hand.
He held it before the elf queen.
"Swear. Body, womb, and soul."
She shivered. Her lips trembled. Pride still flickered in her eyes.
He leaned in, brushing a finger down her collarbone. Her breath hitched. A low pulse of spiritual domination surged from him into her womb crest—and her resistance cracked like porcelain.
"I… s-swear," she whispered, tears of lust running down her cheeks. "I belong to my master…"
Click.
The collar sealed around her neck with a magical hiss, and the elf queen collapsed into his arms, twitching as waves of corrupted pleasure tore through her body. Her moans echoed through the hall.
One by one, he approached the others.
The dragoness whimpered as her tail was pulled up and her neck bent forward, collar clicked in place as her eyes rolled back.
The priestess sobbed as the sacred tattoo on her back was burned away and replaced with his sigil.
The twin moon sisters begged to be collared at the same time, mouths open, kneeling with tongues out in ceremony.
Each collar sealed with a flare of Qi, a cry of surrender, and a fall into madness. The room pulsed with magic as their spiritual cores aligned with Wuyou's — binding them as eternal soul-pleasure anchors to his cultivation.
When the twelfth goddess was claimed, the ritual circle glowed crimson.
He raised both arms—and from every collared throat came a moan that was part prayer, part orgasm, and part soul-scream.
The crowd collapsed to the floor in worship, overcome by the surge of spiritual heat.
Wuyou sat upon his throne of flesh again, now flanked by twelve kneeling goddesses, collars glowing, wombs thrumming with submission.
"Let the heavens watch," he whispered coldly. "Their divinity is no longer above. It is beneath me. Bound. Owned. Obedient."
The ceremonial bells rang.
And the gods wept.